Ella's POV
I stayed behind the big rock, that mom hid me peeping from there, fear coursing through my veins, the sounds of the fierce battle between my parents and the enemy pack filled my ears. The clash of claws and the guttural growls mingled with the crackling of the campfire, creating a cacophony of danger. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched the struggle unfold before my eyes.
Dad stood firm, a pillar of strength and courage, he fought with unwavering resolve. His deep voice roared with authority as he defended his family, his pack, his muscles rippling with each powerful strike. Beside him, my mother moved with grace and agility, her lithe form weaving through the chaos as she countered their attacks with finesse.
But despite their fierce efforts, they were outnumbered. The enemy pack pressed on, their glowing eyes filled with malice and hunger. My parents were valiant, refusing to yield, their love for each other and our pack shining brightly in their eyes.
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